He was able to shift between forms at will, given that he had a place to stash his clothes and dress. There was an abandoned house in the town's southern district that suited his needs quite well in this regard, so he took up residence in it.

Remembering that he had once used a hood to cover his ears when he was in Helna's body, he took to this again.

Many things about himself were quite different from when he was Helna, though- he was taller, his face thinner, and his chest finally flat. Annoyingly, the twinge he had to come to occasionally feel in his back leg persisted in his new human form. He knew that it was old, could vaguely recall it from before he met Helna, but he had hoped being able to shapeshift would make it go away. What sort of spirit had to suffer such an annoying injury? It had bothered him for days after he left the castle. He had decided not to try climbing out of such high windows again.

For the time being, sneaking back into the castle would be impossible- it was crawling with far more guards than before, and gossip was spreading that Dubhán had been hexed. The specifics of it varied wildly between each rumor that Sif heard- that he had been cursed by a spirit, that he had offended one of the gods, that he had tried to betray Calsar. No one seemed to mention anything to do with in him in connection to it, which was good. He wondered if that was Douglásc's influence- but would Douglásc have influence?

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